If you are the jumper then I am the wool,

and if you were the wardrobe I'd be the nails.

If I were a lampshade, you'd be the bulb

and if I were a curtain, you'd be the rail.

If my life were a race you'd be the finish line,

or if it was a pumpkin seed you're the sunshine.

If my love were a paperback you'd be on the cover

and if it were a mobile you'd supply the credit.

If your death was merely sleeping I'd be  your dream lover

and if your dying was a parachute opening

then I'd be the warm spiralling air current.